she dreamed she could have itin her dream she dreamed she could have itshe wondered what sort of herbs they werethe emotions of that brief spacethey had flirted fancifully with her owna mother's gift for devising drapery and costumehovering about the enigma of her innate beinghovering deeper, deeper into the leaf~strewn wildernessof her need, her mind, of what she felt and knewthat dreamy rainbow of dreamsa rag, a riddle, a letter, a mysteryshe wanted what they said she couldn't haveshe wanted it,wanted it so bad like the frost wants the grasswanted it or life wasn't worth livingso she asked her mother againthe shadow that was her motherthe shadow had the gift for devising drapery and costumethe mother shadow of the dreamy dreamif only she could make a few extra touchesa faint fashion alteration in the mode of lifelike talk or listen or hem the rough edges of realitythey wanted to baulk her and they were tryingthey were the spacious brick edifice which stared mercilessly into her facebut still, she had to have itshe had to have it or life wasn't worth livingshe could have that stirring scenethe rich pageantry, the prince charming, the true loveno matter what the venerable figures surrounding her saidshe could have it, she just knew she could have itshe couldn't live anymore without satisfying her passionher desires were like cobwebbed and dingy paint peeling off of some old forgotten wallso she had to have itshe had to have it or life wasn't worth livingshe was the masterpiece which eluded the portrait paintershe was worth living and her life was worth livingshe wanted it like the sail wants the windthe account of what had been witnessed on the scaffoldshe would swirl among the ethereal majesty of the domeshe was alive and she would have lifeshe could have it, she knew she could have it